(Love Of The Complicated Sort Series)
Can't Be Friends
#1: YMCMB: The Now
He knows I can feel his eyes on me, that's why he's staring.
I wish he would stop. He acts as if I was lying to him.
I brought my glass steadily to my lips and took a small sip of the Rose that lingered in my cup. The thumping of the music continued to ring in my ears followed by the rhymes of Wayne being played through the speakers. I stood in the near corner of the club watching Wayne make a full of himself as he popped Champagne with Mack, Shanelle, and the rest of the gang. I smiled as Wayne laughed spilling some of the expensive liquor over Gudda's shirt causing a course of laughter to fill out in the main VIP area.
“You're not gonna join them?” I heard from behind me. “I would but I don't think he wants me anywhere near him right now...” I took another slow sip from my cup as I turned towards Safaree. “Well, he's tripping anyways, you ain't never even dated him. There's no reason for you to be hiding from this nigga.” I could smell the essence of Vodka in his breath making me momentarily scrunch my face before replying, “Well, he sure as hell takes bullshit hard.” I glanced over towards the man of our conversation before rolling my eyes. “Whatever...” I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey.” I heard Safaree say to me gaining back my attention, “Don't let no young nigga ruin your good time. This is the first time YMCMB has ALL been together since the tour! Celebrate!” Safaree made a fake cheering noise almost spilling his cup. “Damn, nigga, watch that shit!” I said backing up a little and holding back a laugh. “Oh my bad, short stuff, I forgot.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully before letting my eyes take in the sight of the club one more time.
“I think I'm gonna go though...you know the club scene isn't really me.” I stated looking back at Safaree. “Iight! Do you! I'm about to head over to her right there...” he said trailing off his words and drifting into the crowd. “Thanks for the care, Safaree” I huffed under my breath before making my way to the main VIP section.
“THERE SHE IS!” Wayne exclaimed as I came into their view. “Where have you been at, shorty?!?!? You said you'd be back then just left us Negros hanging over here!” I laughed smiling at him and shaking my head “How much exactly have you had to drink, Wayne” I said giving him a look. “Naw! Don't be trying to change the subject!” He said waving one of his hands franticly. “I was just people watching, Lil Negro” I said putting emphasis on Lil. His face turned into a weird expression suddenly before he head nodded me over to the side. I rolled my eyes knowing what was coming, it was the same question everyone seemed to be asking me lately.
“Home boy still tripping?” “What do you think” I stated giving him a side eye as I finished off the last bit of my drink and set the cup down on a nearby table. I heard Wayne take in a few sobering deep breaths as I looked anywhere but at him. “He'll come around” He stated. I wanted to believe him and for a second I almost did until another thought crept into my head. “Wayne... you know that feeling when you really want something and you put so much effort into it and you're so sure that sooner or later you're gonna get” I paused for a second, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye as I continued to look around the club, “Yea, it was like that when I wanted to get into this Music Industry shit” He answered me. “Well, what if you were almost there and then someone took it away from you right as you reached for it right as it was practically in the palm of your hands...now... tell me, would you have been okay?”
I saw him hesitate and knew I had gotten my point across. I began the journey back to the VIP main room leaving him there dumbfounded and picked up my purse off the couch near Mack and Shanelle. I gave them my good byes along with almost everybody else and headed towards the doors of the club. As I squeezed through multitudes of people I couldn't help but wonder why I seemed to be standing up for him after all the words he said.I paused for a moment and looked back to where I had seen the man of my conversations sitting at before. The seat was empty and I took a deep breath. I couldn't tell if I was happy to not find him or if I was uneased at his presence no longer being there but either way the feeling wasn't enough to stop me from leaving from the overly-crowded atmosphere of the building and heading back to my hotel.